The Crooked Way Page #3

But, I was gonna duck.

They never would of found me.

That's the truth, Vince!

Hello.

Hello, Nina.

You sure it's him?

-I was with him!

First I saw him outside police

headquarters talking to Joe Williams,

then I drove him to the Cortez.

He cked in under the name

of Eddie Rice, room 304.

Thanks.

You still want to take that trip, Kelly?

You don't have to worry about me, Vince.

Don.

Big mouth Kelly.

You think what he's got

may be contagious?

Very...catchy.

What's your opinion, Don?

-Very, definitely.

What can I do?

The consultation's in agreement.

Kelly!

You're dead!

Oh, and Kelly...

When you get to where you're going,

have 'em give you a nice, even burn.

Don't let them just fry you on one side.

I'm sorry to bother you again, but..

has there been any sign of the girl yet?

Thanks.

Don't you believe in knocking on doors?

Who are you? What do you want?

So, that's where you've been hold up...

Eddie Rice!

No wonder I couldn't get a line on you.

Are you back sightseeing?

Mr Rice?

This supposed to be a free country?

Free town?

Open to anyone?

Not with me in it.

You didn't waste much time

picking up with the cops.

Why should it worry you about

me talking to Williams?

You've got me confused, Eddie.

Only a sucker would walk back in

town after the deal you pulled.

Some things a fella has to...

find out for himself.

Not about you and me.

I've been saving this for five years.

Everyone in life has his bible,

this is mine.

I take it out and read it every day. I read

it to remind me of a guy I grew up with.

Got shoved around with.

We used to take a lot of raps together.

Some people would call a guy

like that a...a loyal friend.

He was.

Until he turned into a dirty stool pigeon,

and let me take the rap for him!

Eddie...

Riccardi?

My good friend who sold me out

to a cop named Joe Williams!

Don't mess up his face too much.

I ought to kill you, Eddie.

But, you're not worth taking

another rap for!

In 24 hours...disappear!

Otherwise, I might be tempted

to change my mind!

Give him some air!

Why didn't the girl come back?

What did she know about me?

Why did she bring me here?

Vince...

Why didn't Vince kill me?

Maybe I deserved it.

Maybe Dr Kemble ought to know?

I better tell him.

I better call him.

I better...

Hello.

I want to put through a call, person

to person. Dr Kemble...

Letterman Genral Hospital,

San Francisco.

K-E-M-B-L-E

Thank you.

Hello, Dr Kemble?

When do you expect him back?

Not till tomorrow?

Never mind, I'll see him personally.

Forget about Union Station.

Take me to 7 Braxton Avenue.

Wait for me.

Thanks a lot Lou, for driving me home.

Just a minute, darling.

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